2pac I Don`t Give A F**k Lyrics

I Don`t Give A F**k Lyrics

I don't give a f**k

They done push me to the limit the more I live

I
might blow up any minute, did it again

Now I'm in the back of the paddy
wagon

While this cops bragging about the ni**a he's jackin

I see no
justice

All I see is ni**as dying fast

The sound of a gun blast

Then watch the hurst past

Just another day in the life G

Gotta
step lightly 'cause cops tried to snippe me

The catch, they don't wanna
stop at the brother man

But then they'll have an accident and pick up
another man



I went to the bank to cash my cheque

I get more
respect from the muthaf**kin dope man

The Grammy's and the American music
shows pimp us like hoes

They got dough but they hate us though

You
better keep your mind on the real s**t



And f**k trying to get with
these crooked a*s hypocrites

They way they see it, we was meant to be keep
down

Just can't understand why we getting respect now

Mama told me
they're be days like this

But I'm pissed cause it stays like this

And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait

Gimme a break

How
much s**t can a ni**a take

I ain't goin' nowhere no how

What you
wanna throw down

Better bring your guns pal

'cause this is the day
we make 'em pay

f**k bailin' hate I bail and spray with my A-K

And
even if they shoot me down

There'll be another ni**a bigger

from
the mutha-f**kin' underground



So step but you better step
quick

Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bulls**t

You're watching the makings of a physco-path

The truth didn't last

Before the wrath and aftermath

Who's that behind the trigger?

Who'd do yah figure!?

A mutha-f**kin night ni**a

Ready to buck
and rip s**t up

I had enough and I don't give a f**k



ni**as!, isn't just the blacks 

also a gang of mutha-f**kas dressed in
blue slacks

They say ni**as hang in packs and their attitude is
s**tty

Tell me, who's the biggest gang of ni**as in the city

They
say ni**as like to do ni**as

Throw me in the cuffs with just two
ni**as

A street walkin' ni**a and a beat walkin' ni**a with a badge

I had to shoot yah and the pa*s for the blast take his cash

And bash
his head in dump him at the dead in

And that's just his luck

Cause
a ni**a like me

don't really give a f**k



Walked in the store
what's everybody staring at

They act like they never seen a muthaf**ker
wearing black

Following a ni**a and s**t

Ain't this a bi**h

All I wanted was some chips

I wanna take my business else where

But where?

Cause who in the hell cares

About a black man with a
black need

They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend

I
wonder if knows that my income is more than

His pension, salary and then
some

Your daughter is my number one fan

And your trife a*s wife
wants a life with a black man

So who's the mac in fact who's the black
jack

Sit back and get fat off the fat cat

while he thinks that he's
getting over

I bust a move as smooth as casanova

And count another
quick meal

I'm getting paid for my traid but its still real

And if
you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme

AS strong as a f**kin'
nine

Mail stacked up ni**as wanna act up

Let's put the gats up and
throw your backs up

But the cops getting dropped by the gun shot

Usta come but he's done, now we run the block

To my brothers stay
strong keep yah heads up

They know we fed up

But we they just don't
give a f**k



They just don't give a f**k

I gotta give my f**k
offs

f**k you to the San FranCisco police department

f**k you to
the Marin County Sheriff department

f**k you to the F.B.I

f**k you
to the C.I.A

f**k you to the B-u-s-h

f**k you to the AmeriKKKa

f**k you to all you redneck prejudice mutha f**kas

And f**k yah

f**k Y'all

Punk gay sensitive little d**k bastards

2paclypse
mutha f**kin' know 

Y'all can kiss my a*s and suck my d**k

And my
uncle Tommy's balls

f**k Y'all

Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks